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  face was black
  with fury.
  i tried to reach his face with my free hand, but something stopped me. i
  glao see the iv pulling at my hand.
  ”ugh.” i winced.
  ”what is it?” he asked anxiously — distracted, but he
  bleakness did irely leave his eyes.
  ”needles,” i explained, looking away from the one in my hand. i
  trated on a ed g tile ao breathe deeply despite
  the a my ribs.
  ”afraid of a tered to himself under his breath, shaking
  his head. ”oh, a sadistic vampire, i her to death,
  sure, no problem, she runs off to meet him. an iv, oher hand…”
  i rolled my eyes. i leased to discover that this rea, at least,
  ain-free. i decided to ge the subject.
  ”why are you here?” i asked.
  he stared at me, first aoug his eyes. his
  brows pulled together as he frowned. ”do you wao leave?”
  ”no!” i protested, horrified by the thought. ”, why does my
  mother think you're here? i o have my stht before she
  gets back.”
  ”oh,” he said, and his forehead smoothed baarble. ”i came to
  phoenix to talk some seo you, to e back to
  forks.” his wide eyes were so ear and sincere, i almost believed him
  myself. ”you agreed to see me, and you drove out to the hotel where i was
  staying with carlisle and alice — of course i was here with parental
  supervisioed virtuously, ”but you tripped oairs on
  the way to my room and… well, you k. you doo
  remember ahough; you have a good excuse to be a little
  muddled about the fis.”
  i thought about it for a moment. ”there are a feith that story.
  like no broken windows.”
  ”not really,” he said. ”alice had a little bit too mu fabrig
  evide's all been taken care of very gly — you could
  probably sue the hotel if you wao. you have nothing to worry
  about,” he promised, strokihe lightest of touches.
  ”your only job now is to heal.”
  i wasn't so lost to the s of medi that i didn't
  respond to his touch. the beepior jumped around
  erratiow he wasn't the only one who could hear my heart
  misbehave.
  ”that's going t,” i muttered to myself.
  he chud a speculative look to his eye. ”hmm, i wonder…”
  he leaned in slowly; the beeping ed wildly before his lips
  eve whehough with the most gentle of
  pressure, the beepiher.
  he pulled back abruptly, his anxious expressi to relief as the
  mohe restarting of my heart.
  ”it seems that i'm goio be even more careful with you than
  usual.” he frowned.
  ”i was not finished kissing you,” i plained. ”don't make me e over
  there.”
  he grinned, ao press his lips lightly to mior went
  wild.
  but then his lips ulled away.
  ”i think i hear your mother,” he said, grinning again.
  ”don't leave me,” i irratie of panig through
  me. i 't let him go — he might disappear from me again.
  he read the terror in my eyes for a short sed. ”i won't,” he promised
  solemnly, and then he smiled. ”i'll take a nap.”
  he moved from the hard plastic chair by my side to the turquoise
  faux-leather reer at the foot of my bed, leaning it all the way back,
  and g his eyes. he erfectly still.
  ”don't fet to breathe,” i whispered sarcastically. he took a deep
  breath, his eyes still closed.
  i could hear my mother alking to someone, maybe a nurse,
  and she souired aed to jump out of the bed and run
  to her, to calm her, promise that everything was fi i wasn't in
  any sort of shape f, so i atiently.
  the door opened a d she peeked through.
  ”mom!” i whispered, my